Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pillow Fight, artist - Yung Gravy.
Date of issue: 29.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pillow Fight |
Gravy on your bitch, no worries |
Look at my wrist, snow flurries |
Tryna get a feature better hurry |
Your momma make a real nice curry |
Now I’m cookin; |
now I’m fuckin cookin |
Gravy in the kitchen now everybody lookin |
Just pass a boy a spatula |
2018 you might see me on the bachelor |
I don’t make songs bitch, Gravy make hymns |
Lit with ya bitch, got the Ronnie and the Gin |
Drip from the whip, so you know I’m taking wins |
Pillow fight with your bitch, shirts vs skins |
I don’t make songs bitch, Gravy make hymns |
Lit with ya bitch, got the Ronnie and the Gin |
Drip from the whip, so you know I’m taking wins |
Pillow fight with your bitch, shirts vs skins |
Uh, your aunt like me cuz I’m ticklish |
Roll up to her crib and she give me all the licorice |
I been a menace, yeah I been a menace |
Gravy all time most wanted by the dentist |
Treat your main bitch like lettuce |
Treat your main bitch like lettuce |
I treat your main bitch like lettuce |
Cover up the booty with the dressing |
Might be ranch or might be Italian |
Pull up to the party in the Maserati Stallion |
Ooh baby, that’s horsepower |
Lather up your lady with the gravy in the shower |
Smelling like flowers; |
flexing after hours |
Hit your bitch with the one man Eiffel Tower |
I don’t make songs bitch, Gravy make hymns |
Lit with ya bitch, got the Ronnie and the Gin |
Drip from the whip, so you know I’m taking wins |
Pillow fight with your bitch, shirts vs skins |
I don’t make songs bitch, Gravy make hymns |
Lit with ya bitch, got the Ronnie and the Gin |
Drip from the whip, so you know I’m taking wins |
Pillow fight with your bitch, shirts vs skins |
Gravy get close and your bitch get excited |
Face all delighted, looking like she tryna hide it |
I been on the fruit smoothie cute booty diet |
If I made a Gravy Train movie you would buy it |
You would buy it |
Everyone would cop it |
Your girlfriends name in my locket |
Bad bitch with me on my rocket |
And a lot of hundreds in my pocket |
Too many racks in my pants |
I’m just tryna walk, lookin like I’m tryna dance uh |
Speaking Guapanese when I’m moving out in France |
Gravy on the speakers now these thotties tryna prance |
How about a mashed potato ice cream cone? |
What do you think about that? |
(That's fun!) |
Alright, you put a little scoop of gravy, it can be room temperature because |
your hand kind of warms up, it’s like a — a drum stick |
I don’t make songs bitch, Gravy make hymns |
Lit with ya bitch, got the Ronnie and the Gin |
Drip from the whip, so you know I’m taking wins |
Pillow fight with your bitch, shirts vs skins |
I don’t make songs bitch, Gravy make hymns |
Lit with ya bitch, got the Ronnie and the Gin |
Drip from the whip, so you know I’m taking wins |
Pillow fight with your bitch, shirts vs skins |